My Blood
My Blood
Splendid soldier you
I'm merely your descendant
barely fit to footstep follow
I'm discipled , My kindred hero
Foreign soils desperately dank
Churchillian's major tactical outflank
Death by bulleted blight
Bastard German bight
Evil eradication in Holland's nether land
Liberation free , Guaranteed
Twas his life he gave
Home to a war hero's grave
Death knell to heroic soldier blue
And maybe I'm a tad bitter 'tis true
My Blood lost his life to a gameplan
After all what's a medal without the man
Martyn Grindrod
My tribute to my Grandad
William Fred Grindrod
20/12/1918 - 30/11/1944
Who would have been 100 years old today.
Copyright © Martyn Grindrod | Year Posted 2018
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